Oaths Are for the Obedient

[Leo]

//Takes place before patch 5.3 and Jericho Several Hours Later Dagger-2 was not a fan of this particular outcome. They had agreed to the strange individuals request and were enroute back to Blacksite-7 to swap out their Dragurs for Echo level craft, this mission would necessitate something with a little more of an edge. "You know this is a setup, right?" Dagger-7 asked over secure comms as they entered Alaska. "Yeah, I know. No way in hell that guy would just ask us out of the kindness of his heart. He has wealth and looked like he never needed to lift a finger to do anything himself in his life. We've got scans of him from our biometric scanners though, so hopefully he's in a database somewhere. If not this just got even stranger." It was decided they would report back to base to get directives. While Agent Winter wasn't technically in charge of Division Theta-9, she was still the agent that reported directly to the President for these things. The two flew in silence until arriving back at the Blacksite. They brought their craft down and entered the compound. As they arrived on the pad and exited the Freighters, she was standing on the platform having a spirited discussion with the load master. "I don't give two shakes of a fuck who told you it was okay to put these materials here, get them out of my sight." the loadmaster rolled his eyes and prepared to push the items away. She grabbed the scruff of his shirt and pulled him close. "...and if you roll your god damn eyes at me again, pretty boy, I'm gonna make sure those peepers never see shit again." she released his shirt with a shove as he pushed the cargo away. "You waiting for an invitation? Spill." "You're in a good mood." She glared at him with her arms crossed. "We should debrief in your office. This requires a SKIF." Dagger-7 said speaking up. Winter's demeanor changed from pure attitude to professionalism. She nodded her head once and motioned them back to her office. All business, at least she knew when to stop bitching. They arrived at her office and once it was in lock down, she sat down at her desk and waited for the debrief. The two detailed their arrival, the escort to the man named ORATOR, and his offer. They also detailed Dagger-2's claim to be Directive agents and everything else in-between. "Good idea calling yourselves Directive agents...though it seemed like he still knew you were LSF. That's worrying." "My thoughts exactly, I kept up appearances anyway. He might have been bluffing. We agreed to his terms for now. If he turns on us later, we just put a hole between his eyes for the trouble." Winter looked back and forth between them. "Assessment." she said. More of a question than a statement. "Clearly a trap of some kind. I recommend other Echo and Dagger agents be on standby in system under stealth fields to prepare to ambush who ever attempts to take or kill us." "Clearly a trap indeed, but to what end?" she rose pacing back and forth near her desk. "If he knows or suspects you're intelligence agents, surely he know you're going to report back before making any more. We don't go off half-cocked." "He's playing a game in which we don't know the rules. A dangerous thing." Winter paused to consider the options. "We go with Vard's plan. We need answers and this is the best case scenario. No doubt this ORATOR will hang back and stay out of sight to avoid detection. We'll take the biometrics you obtained and see if we can find a match on him. In the meantime, I don't intend to lose this bit of information. If there is a chance that we can catch some looters stealing from Sudbury, you can bet your ass we're going to catch them and confiscate whatever it is they grabbed. We can use it for our own research and close the loop on smugglers in our own backyard." The two nodded in agreement. "I trust you're taking Echo craft for this mission?" "Correct, best to have an edge. If ORATOR shows up, we tip our hand and have the stealth ships take him. If we get attacked, the stealth ships help us engage the enemy. If there's nothing there, we at least have backup for whatever comes next." "Good plan, good hunting." Whisper was a hard ass but when the chips were down, she always came through. The two left her office and headed down to the Echo bay where the experimental craft sat in their cradles. Dagger-7 scratched the back of his neck--a nervous tick he had developed. "What is it, Vard?" he said looking to his partner. "This just stinks. Stinks of a setup." "It one-hundred percent is a setup but that's why we have our people there as backup." Vard glanced over at the two Dragur craft sitting on in their bays. "We should keep up appearances. Two LSF craft flying out there now could show our hand." "...and flying those freighters out there would expose us to vacuum sure as shit. We'll be operating under stealth for much of the mission anyway. Anyone knows we're there, we pin it to that asshole ORATOR, yeah?" Vard cracked his knuckles and made his way towards the Echo craft with Black following close behind. "Yeah...I'll pin it to him, alright."

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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.
Roleplay is dead. Long live Powertraders and PvP I guess.